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Chapter 2

First Breath

"Atkinson?"

"Here"

" Austin?"

"Present"

"Bolan?"

"Yup"

" Bradford?"

"Yeh"

"Cullen?"

"Here"

It was as normal (and boring) as a Monday could get in Forks; raining, foggy, school, no sun and most importantly raining. Sometimes I wondered what would happen if it stopped raining here. The umbrella company would probably go out of business I guess. Bad joke I know but you try being funny at 8 am on a Monday crammed into Forks only bus for the 30 minute drive to La Push.

It was all Jaspers fault. He insisted that I pick history as a subject and I was so easily persuaded. Blonde nut job. That mixed with 7 other subjects in my freshman year didn't help at all. Plus some of us need sleep. If I didn't love him so much I'd he'd be dead… for a second time.

Back to the crisis on hand; being stuck on a tiny bus with 15 other classmates was not my idea of fun. Not that I'm a geek or anything I just prefer self elected isolation. Luckily I managed to score a seat to myself thanking the powers that be that history wasn't a popular choice this year. We're meant to be studying the local tribes history as part of an assessment and in order to do that Mr Wilson thought it would be grand (his word not mine) to visit the little museum down there and find someone to interview.

When I say museum I mean Tiny-building-located-at-the-back-of-someone's-house museum not the louvre my dears. Not that I'm a snob but this isn't my idea of fun. Especially since I'm thinking that the little red house the bus is now parked in front of is our location. Which means that the man in the wheelchair is Billy Black. For you people not in the know, about 75 years ago my family signed a treaty saying that they would not enter onto Quileute land. This field trip was a requirement of my subject which meant dad had to talk to the Chief, Billy Black to allow me on the land. Vampires were a no go but a half breed that preferred chocolate to blood was allowed, technicalities basically.

Trying inconspicutaly as possible I got off the bus and stood behind other students trying to catch Mr Wilson and Mr Blacks discussion.

"George it's good to see you! How are Jen and the baby?"

"Excellent we found out we were having a boy the other day. Now this collection you have are you sure your tribes ok sharing it?"

"It's fine, our story should be told. As they say knowledge is power."

"Very true, how's Jacob did he manage to make it here this morning?" Jacob? Carlisle said nothing about a Jacob. Turning back to the class Mr Wilson rose his voice "Come on my little historians! Time to learn! This is Billy Black who's the Chief of the Quileute tribe. His son is here somewhere and will be helping us today. Since we have been so privileged to be allowed to view their history I advise you take this time to-"a loud muffle sounded from the house accompanied by a string of profanities cutting off Mr Wilsons speech.

The door flew open to reveal a tall gangly teenager not much older than myself. A wide grin spread across his face as he lopped over to our little congregation.

"Jacob it's nice to see you decided to join us."Billy said in a fatherly way

"Yeh, well my alarm clock didn't go off sorry. I guess I kinda forgot the time"

"When did you get an alarm clock?" Billy's frown turned into a smile as Jacobs cheeks turned pink and a few giggles were let out through the group.

A clearing of a throat brought out attention back to the Mr Wilson.

"As I was saying, this is a rare opportunity so I suggest you take it and learn from it."

"Yes that's right children our tribe is quiet private and this is just a trial. Please follow me a few of the elders helped set up a display out the back"

Jacob quickly turned to his father helping down the muddy road the back shed.

"Now I know it's doesn't look like much, but this shed holds items ageing up to 100 years old. Feel free to look around, everything has an explanation on it."

"You all know what to do. Remember the sheet I gave you to help you form notes. And remember ask questions."

After Mr Wilsons final words the group slowly dispersed into the shed looking at different artefacts. Walking into the shed I felt a pull towards the quilts in the far right hand corner. Every square depicted a scene which turned into a story. My main focus was on the one of a man leaving his hut gradually heading into the woods to turn into a wolf. Everything about this one was detailed right down to the wolves pelt. It was so beautiful I had to stop myself from running a hand across it to feel the different textures.

Heavy footsteps alerted me to a presence next to me. Turning me head I realised that it was Billy's son Jacob.

"It's different isn't it? It's the only one we have from my great grandfather's time. Everything was burned or ruined in an attack."

"Who could do that to something like this? I've never seen a quilt so specifically detailed. Whoever did it obviously loved the story." The first part was just for show. Of course I knew who or rather what did this.

"You're familiar with the tribe's stories?" He had beautiful brown eyes. The type that you could get lost in and stare at forever. I always believed that you could tell what a person was thinking by their eyes. It was the one thing that couldn't be hidden, not even by me.

"Somewhat, my dad he uh has some history I guess you could say with this area."

"What's your name?"

"Lilly Cullen."

"No, seriously? You're Carlisle Cullen's daughter? I thought you weren't allowed here? Some sort of fall out or something."

Or something… "Your dad made an exception after my dad promised I wouldn't bite" My smile and laugh was more directed at the joke than Jacob. He was cute though and slightly built and he smelled amazing, what was he wearing? I should get Edward some for his birthday.

"Sure, sure from the way they talk about your family around here, I expected you to be 10 foot tall and wielding a death machine."

Add funny to the list. This time my smile and laugh was aimed at him.

"I'm sorry to be such a disappointment, although my brother Emmett could nearly live up to that description."

"Remind me not make him angry then. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

My stomach dropped in disappointment. For some reason I wanted him to stay and talk for a while longer. Instead I kept my smile and thanked him politely.

For the rest of the hour I slowly made my way around looking at objects and making notes. Jacob never left my sight and I caught him looking my way more than once. After a while everyone started to make their way out to the bus as Mr Wilson thanked Mr Black.

Just as I was about to enter the bus I heard my name shouted by Jacob. Looking over my shoulder I saw him running across with something in his hand. My stomach let out a round of butterflies and my hopes grew that I would see him again.

"Lilly! I was wondering I ah know you need an interview so I thought maybe I could do it for you? I mean if that's ok? I know you might already have someone but maybe you could have a second one? Cross referencing and all that." Jacobs anxious face looked back at mine.

Breathe Lills, be cool. Don't want to come off sounding to desperate.

"Actually no I haven't got anyone yet, it'd be great if you could do it for me." Smiles seemed to be all round as he handed me his number and email.

"Great here's my email and number send me yours through so we can decide on a time to do this."

"Sounds great, bye Jacob."

"Yeh bye, oh and Lilly it's just Jake."